just you and i

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oli gave me a ride home that night, as my friend had gone home with a guy and Lee was nearly passed out drunk. Oli smelled amazing, like smoke and an icy, minty scent, it was welcoming. He took me for pizza, offering his jacket in the cold night, I wearing ripped up jeans and a black tshirt, he wearing a jumper that fell to his mid-thighs and jeans. Accepting the offer, we walked into Jolanis, a pizza place Oli and Lee claimed was something close to orgasmic. 

Sitting at the table, we both ate and made small talk, talking mostly about music and Olis tattoos. He had a fucking lot of them. He talked about his band, Bring Me The Horizon and his best friend, Matt, who was in the band. We had a fun time, just talking. He asked me about the two tattoos that I had, I was just 19, he was 22. I have a rose half-sleeve, starting at my elbow and going down to my left wrist and a small cursive 'the ammity affliction' that honered my friend Joel Birch and his band on my right wrist. He really is an amazing guy. He laughs a lot, talks about his family a lot and is generally proud of where he comes from and who he is.

I admire that. 

He talked about Jordan as well, Matt 2.0 as I call him and I already knew Lee. As we finished eating he drove me back to my small apartment in London an because it was nearly four a.m., Oli gratefully accepted my offer of letting him stay for the night.

Next morning 

Over the morning buzz of a hungover headache, I could just barely hear Oli sleeping downstairs. He snores lightly as I push myself out of bed and into the bathroom. Holy shit, I am a mess. Pulling my hair up into a somewhat messy half up, half down, I leaned over the toilet, brimming with an ill feeling in the pit of my stomach. Wretching, the ill feeling eventually goes away, along with everything I ate last night. I brush my teeth and head down stairs. I begin making coffee for the both of us, surprised the tall man isnt awake, still completely passed out on my couch, actually. Gathering all the courage I have, while waiting for the coffee to finish, I wake Oli up. Shaking him just enough, he tiredly opens his eyes and laughs a ghost of a laugh when he sees me. 

"Good morning." He breathes with a faint smile.

I can't help but find him so charming.